So I recently had to go shopping for some new shirts. After I had each kid my body was different. After I finally finished nursing my body was even more different. Basically, I have had to shop A LOT in the past few years. After loosing the last few pounds of baby weight (shut up, I am perfectly aware the Vivian is almost 2) I found myself in the closet crying on Sunday morning because I had nothing to wear. Dexter didn't believe me, so I tried on everything he suggested. Every outfit hung in places it shouldn't and clung in places that wasn't so flattering. So it wasn't a typical woman in the closet meltdown. It was real...sincere...annoying (especially for Dexter).
So off to the store I went. I shop in an odd way. I pick up everything I could possibly want and then as I head to the checkout I replace things on the rack as feelings of guilt from spending too much money overwhelm me. Then once I check out with 2 shirts instead of twenty I go home and leave them in the bag in case I need to return one more to sooth my still guilty conscious. Its a vicious cycle.
I did end up finding some shirts that I liked. Cute tops that I could throw a cardigan over to make them work appropriate. I was wearing one last night though and noticed how if I leaned over the slightest bit I was virtually giving a peep show. I got home and tried on another and moved around to simulate the normal movements I repeat all day (bending over picking up toys or mid-tantrum kids off the floor). The same result...too low cut. And I know its not me - my boobs didn't miraculously go back to their pre-motherhood position. This is a disturbing trend. I either have to wear the clothes that are too tight but not low cut or the correct fitting yet low cut variety. Its not really a win-win situation.
I guess I could take up sewing since I am a Little Miss Susie Homemaker and just mend them in my spare time!
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